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Chapter 383 Confirming the Rumors
As night falls, a bonfire is lit in the courtyard. The unique aroma of burning pine oil mixed with the coolness of frost and snow is fascinating.

Qiao Hui and Xianjin chatted for a while, and then Xianjin sent Qiao Hui out.

It's a side door.

Qiao Hui had some opinions, but he wiped the remaining saliva on his forehead and silently recited the twelve-word mantra in his heart.

There is an alley outside the side door.

It was getting dark and it was easy to snow. Xianjin held an umbrella and Qiao Hui hunched his head slightly, hiding his figure under the edge of the oil-paper umbrella. The man with broad shoulders and thick back stood beside Xianjin, who was a head shorter than him but equally tall, and looked honest and calm.

"It's okay, go home and have a look." Qiao Hui lowered his head and hid under the edge of the umbrella. In the alley with only one oil lamp, the man's voice was heavy: "I may not be able to go home for many days. The Northeast must be settled. Let's see what the eldest princess is determined to do. Dad is alone in the mansion, and you live here alone. People come and go, and there are many eyes. Even if you leave a mute guard, it will not be able to do it."

Northeast to make a conclusion?
What's the end?
How is it related to the mute guard again?

Xianjin raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Hui, but did not ask in detail: Everyone has work or life that needs to be kept confidential, and a partner does not mean that every last inch of privacy must be shared.

Xianjin nodded and said, "Okay, I will go home tomorrow."

Snowdrops fell on Qiao Hui's shoulders, and Xianjin stood on tiptoe and reached out to help him brush them away.

Qiao Hui tilted his head and gently touched Xian Jin's nose with his forehead. Under the umbrella, the man had affectionate eyes and the woman had a red nose. It was a beautiful picture of snow scene.

Outside the alley, at the entrance, a dozen girls who had just come out of "Pinxuan" were staring in amazement at the snow scene under umbrellas under the oil lamp not far away.

Miss Rong was about to cry: "Is that Boss He?"

Xue Yaoniang was a little more stubborn than Miss Rong. She propped herself up on the wet tiles with one hand and said, "Quick, report to the police! Boss He has met a pervert!"

Miss Rong was already crying: "How could anyone look at Lecher so lovingly?"

Don't deceive yourself when you deceive others!

A girl from an aristocratic family poked her head out from behind her and said, "This scoundrel looks so familiar."

Then one, two, three heads connected in a line.

Among all these heads, one has seen Qiao Hui. After being stunned for a moment, he hesitated and said, "Is this the eldest son of Qiao Shanzhang, the eldest son of the Qiao family who came back from Fujian two years ago and was awarded the title of Zhongwu Hou last year?"

The heads all popped out and then retracted.

"Seems to be!"

"Very tall! It is said that the Marquis of Zhongwu is very tall!"

"She's also good-looking."

"But not as good-looking as Boss He!" Little girl Rong screamed and cried.

The heads were silent for a moment, and then they patted Miss Rong's shoulders heavily, not knowing how to comfort her: How to comfort her? Qiao Hui was the hottest star in the capital of the Wei Dynasty for five years. All the civil and military officials above the third rank who had unmarried girls would choose Qiao Hui first - young and promising, a close minister of the emperor, with real merits, born in a famous family, with a clean family tradition, and her father-in-law was an important minister of the country with a transcendent status. Ahem, the most important point is that there is no mother-in-law yet.

Some of them must have heard their mothers at home muttering nonsense like how great it would be if this marriage took place.

How can we argue about this?
There was a head who had a good relationship with Miss Rong and whispered, "Boss He must be a visitor! Who knows if it will last long!"

Everyone immediately began to offer comfort.

How do you say something?

As long as my bestie doesn't break the law, I support her no matter what.

"That's right! I can tell from the look in Boss He's eyes that he's not serious!"

"That's right! If you really like him, why don't you take Zhongwu Hou out through the front door? If you sneak around, you must be a traitor or a thief!"

This argument was so convincing that little girl Rong burst into laughter.

For the first time, Qiao Hui in the alley hated his own good hearing and how he could smell everything so clearly, whether it was good or bad!
Now that the incident had been caught, it fermented layer by layer and everyone looked back at the reasons why Qiao Hui had been confined to his house a few months ago - the rumor was that he had smashed the wall in the court and blood had been seen, but now after a deeper investigation, they found that it was the elderly Marquis Xiangbei who had first spoken rudely.

Who are you speaking rudely to?
It’s about this young female rice paper vendor, Boss He.

When everyone dug deeper, some merchants who had worked with Xianjin came forward and revealed that Xianjin had been living in the Zhongwu Marquis's mansion, and sometimes when he went to withdraw money or settle a bill, he would go to the gatekeeper in the Zhongwu Marquis's mansion. Digging deeper, it was revealed that Xianjin was Qiao Fangzhi's last disciple.

Some scholars from Jing County told the whole story of Xianjin's relationship with the Qiao family.

After much discussion, everyone concluded that the Civilian Management Committee had awarded Qiao Hui the official title he had always dreamed of: the mysterious female boss of "Xuan" and "Pinxuan" was the unmarried wife of Marquis Zhongwu, and all members of the Qiao family agreed and valued it!
Qiao Hui, who was busy carrying out his mission in Chengde, had not yet received the news that made him ecstatic.

He didn't receive it, but the capital city was in an uproar.

Some people gave their blessing: "The man and the woman are both very talented, even the boys and girls around the Queen Mother can't be more well-matched than this one."

Some gossiped: "I originally thought that the owner of Xuan was of unknown origin, but now it is clear - the owner of this shop must be Mr. Qiao. How can his woman be so smart!"

There were also some who sneered and mocked: "If I had such strong arms, I could do it too! What? You don't believe it?! You should ask Director Qiao to be your father first!"

Oh, and there are those who screamed like groundhogs, led by Miss Rong. As toxic fans and single supporters, they will never acknowledge any CP that has not been officially announced: "Old man, don't come near my sister! My sister is the only one who is beautiful, right? Did my sister nod and admit it? If she didn't admit it, you are slandering her! You are slandering her!"

Aunt Zhong told Xianjin the rumors in the market.

Xianjin listened and laughed, and after a while, he stopped smiling and said with a sigh, "That's great. If the School of Mind lost and the School of Principle won, I would probably be forced to jump into the well now."

Aunt Zhong thought for a long time before she understood what Xianjin meant. She pursed her lips and said, "The doctrine of preserving the principles of heaven and eliminating human desires is something that should be condemned."

Xianjin looked deeply towards the southeast.

Thanks to Princess Bai'an's efforts to turn the tide, Emperor Zhaode's cabinet was not able to succeed.

Princess Bai'an.

aunt.

Xianjin lowered his eyes, his gaze flickered slightly, and he took a long breath, then finally let it out in a short sigh.

The explosion of a rumor is always accompanied by countless unexpected secondary disasters.

"Xuan" has always been strict in rules, and "Pinxuan", as a cultural and creative base, accepts more people and a wider range. These days, people come and go, and there are many curious, scrutinizing, kind, or unfriendly faces.

Although Xianjin followed Qiao Hui's advice and moved back to the Zhongwu Marquis Mansion, he still maintained the habit of randomly selecting a shop to visit during the day.

During the days when the rumors were circulating, Xianjin was also in the store. If he was not on the first floor or in the courtyard, he would be on the second floor handling matters.

The twelfth lunar month, close to New Year’s Eve.

It's already very cold.

The snow formed a thick layer of white snow on the blue brick ground.

Xianjin exhaled a breath, and the white mist froze instantly. Just as he was about to turn around and talk to Suoer, he heard a lot of noise in the lobby of "Pinxuan", among which a sharp female voice was the most prominent.

"Where's your boss He? Call her out! I want to buy something!"

Xianjin stepped over the threshold and saw a woman in brocade clothes standing in the hall with an arrogant look on her face.

There were also a few young girls standing around, selecting cultural and creative products.

When she called out to them, most of them put down what they were holding and turned to look at her tentatively.

Xianjin stepped over the threshold calmly and said with a smile, "Miss, what do you need?"

When Xianjin came closer, she could see clearly that this domineering girl had a black mole the size of a fingernail at the left corner of her mouth.

Xianjin frowned slightly.

hiss?
Feeling familiar?

I seem to have heard some rumors about this mole?

Xianjin thought about it, but couldn't remember it anyway, so he stopped thinking about it and turned his eyes to the handful of rice paper postcards in the mole girl's hand, and said with a smile: "Miss, do you want to buy a post station card?"

(End of this chapter)